Prayer

 

It had been a long time since he’d thought of god. He’d stopped believing in the god of his childhood Sunday School when he was a teenager and had never looked back.

It hadn’t been anything dramatic; none of it just made any sense anymore.

But now.

Now his life was in shambles and someone he loved was in trouble.

He’d tried everything he knew of to help them.  It was time for extreme measures.

Bowing his head and clasping his hands, he whispered, “Please help them.”

With a *plink* something fell gently onto his hands.

It was a scorpion.